#marijuana stash box

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Loving my hash stash

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sometimes... i have to write abt things i've never done like smoking weed and try not to sound like an absolute square

[lilpadjinha]

Box of goodies💝💝

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Kill My Vibe

Title: Don’t Kill My Vibe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Clark Kent x BestFriend!Black!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Summary: You help Clark ease the pain of his broken heart.

Warnings: mention of a breakup, recreational drug use (marijuana), friends-to-lovers trope, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids

A/N: This is an AU where Clark Kent is not superpowered and Superman does not exist. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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It wasn’t the first time Clark asked to try some bud, but it was the most pathetic. His gorgeous blue eyes were puffy from crying over that woman. As much as you wanted to say, “I told you so," you didn’t want him to feel any worse about the failed relationship with his reporter beau, Lois Lane.

And yet again, you think to yourself, ‘Fuck Lois Lane’.

When he showed up at your place an hour ago in sweatpants, sneakers, and a button-up pullover, you were surprised to see he opted for something other than his normal flannel and jeans. His hair was mussed, and he avoided eye contact with you. Something was wrong.

You dragged him into your apartment, turning down your Spotify playlist on the Bluetooth speakers so you could talk over the mellow tunes. While you flopped down on your couch, Clark sat down slowly and sighed.

You were already elevated, having taken a couple of puffs from your blue and red glass bowl earlier, so you were struggling to pay attention to everything he was saying. You tried to put on your “I’m not high” face and nod enough, saying “Oh wow” occasionally. But, in actuality, your eyes were as red as the Devil’s dick, and Clark wasn’t stupid.

His eyes looked from yours to the tray on the coffee table that held your various assortments of smoking apparatus, grinder, lighter, and stash box. Leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees, he motioned his chin toward everything and said, “I know you’ve said no a million times, but I could use an escape. And before you say no again, know I’ve tried all the tricks in the book to get over somebody, and nothing is working.” 

“I have a feeling there’s another thing you haven’t tried either, but whatever,” you rattled on, waving off his confused expression. “Fine. It should be illegal for you to use those puppy eyes when asking me for something, by the way.”

So here you are, preparing a strawberry cone for you and Clark to share. You were always weird about people using your favorite bowl. You also figure that for a first-timer, it would be the easiest for him to start with. Twisting the end after filling the cone, you reach for the lighter and ashtray.

“First things first,” you purr, using your phone to turn the music up. “Now, watch what I do. I’m going to draw the smoke into my mouth and then hold it for a few seconds, or as long as I can, before blowing it back out. Ready?”

Clark nods as he turns toward you, tucking one leg under the other. Now that you have his full attention, you suddenly feel flustered. Casting your eyes downward, you take the cone into your mouth and light the end. You inhale deeply and take it out of your mouth. Savoring the citrus flavor of the strain, your tongue licks your lips, and you exhale. 

You close your eyes and take a few breaths. After a moment, you hear Clark’s voice breaking through your haze: “Everything good?”

Your eyes pop open, and just like nothing happened, you perk up. Handing him the cone, you blink as he holds it like someone who has never smoked. You’ve known Clark long enough that you have a suspicion that is probably true for him. 

He’s polite, almost to a fault. He screams Boy Scout, altar boy, and ‘promise ring’ all at the same time. What can you say? Clark was a good boy. And you were getting him high. You little devil! 

Clark takes a short pull from the pink-colored joint and manages to hold it for about two seconds, then attempts to exhale. A small plume escapes his mouth, he inhales sharply and has a coughing fit. You take the joint back before he drops it and sit it in the ashtray.

Rubbing his back, you try to talk him through catching his breath. You grab your water bottle and hold the straw to his mouth when he nods his thanks. He sips the water, then clears his throat loudly, burping up a bit of smoke. He laughs quickly as he sees it exit his mouth, reminding you of a little surprised dragon.

“That was fun,” he sputters, his voice deeper than usual.

“It gets easier, Clark. Trust me, coughing is normal. And most of the time, coughing gets you higher,” you laugh, picking up the joint to take another hit.

You inhale, exhaling into the air, and hold it out for Clark to take again. He sips from your water bottle and gives it to you in exchange for the joint.

Holding it between two fingers, he brings it to his lips. You watch his mouth curl around the tip, and your brain conjures up the vision of what else that boy’s mouth can do. He takes the joint out of his mouth, holding his breath for a few seconds, then blows it out slowly. He gives it back to you and leans back against the couch.

“I don’t think I feel any different yet. How long does it take to kick in?” he asks, crossing his arms and pouting.

It being his first time, he is completely unaware that he is already high. His body language is different; Clark Kent doesn’t slouch even a little. He also certainly doesn’t fidget; his hands suddenly become very interested in the material of his pullover.

“You’ll feel it sooner than you think,” you mumble, the joint between your lips as you speak.

Twenty minutes later, Clark tells you exactly what the last straw was that ended his relationship with Lois. He pauses to take a hit, handing it back to you as he exhales. “But it was always whatever she wanted. I treat her like a queen. And she goes and blows Jimmy-fucking-Olsen. Then she lies about it after Jimmy comes clean to me. I…,” he trails off, looking over at you and shaking his head as he laughs.

“What?” you question when you realize he stops talking.

“Nothing. I just… I think I’m high,” he giggles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling when he smiles at you.

“Besides being high, can you describe how you feel?” You press, wanting to know just how high he is.

“I feel lighter. Clear…er? Is it clearer or more clear? Whatever. I think I also just figured out how I want to finish that article on The Wayne Foundation,” he explains, leaning back so he is lying on his back with his head on your lap. “Is this ok? Your lap looked so comfortable,” he wonders aloud, looking up at you.

That’s when you realize three fundamental truths at the same time. 

1. Clark is single. 

2. Clark is literally in your lap.

3. The crush you have on Clark is swiftly turning into lustful infatuation.

Bringing yourself back to the present, you smile at him and say, “Yeah, of course it’s ok.” You focus on the heat radiating from your best friend as he makes himself comfortable so close to your thirsty pussy. 

“You are the best,” he replies, closing his eyes as your hand finds its way into his curls.

“This cool?” you dare, hoping that you can continue to push the boundary between friendship and something more.

As if the groan from the back of his throat wasn’t enough, he voices his satisfaction. “More than cool. I love having my hair played with. Feel free to go to town on me.”

Oh, the importance of phrasing.

This man is not going to make it easy on you.

You’re explaining to Clark about that episode of Bob’s Burgers where Bob and Linda accidentally get high after eating cookies laced with marijuana at their accountant’s office. “So, anyway. Bob, Linda, and the accountant build a pillow fort from the cushions on his couch, and somehow it makes them feel safer which I get because pillow forts were the height of safety when we were kids. And sometimes, people feel safer thinking about the simplicity of their childhood,” you rattle on, leaning forward to grab your water bottle and forgetting about Clark’s head, which is still very much in your lap.

An oomph is spoken into your boobs, and you shoot straight up to a standing position and knock Clark off your lap and onto the floor. 

“Shit!” he cries from his spot on the floor.

“Fuck, Clark! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” You cringe, your hand touching your forehead as you watch him pull himself up.

“Hey, hey. It’s cool, I’m fine,” he reassures, his hand grabbing yours to take it away from your face. With the other hand, he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Tilting your head up, he smiles and counters, “Are you ok?”

Yeah. Fine. My tits were just thrust into your face for a bit there. Oh, and you have no idea that I like you. And that pesky curl is falling into your pretty eyes again. And your handsome face is close enough to-

One second, you’re staring at his smile; the next second, you’re attacking his mouth with yours. His lips are just as pillowy and soft as they look. At first, the kiss is timid. Surprise gives way to need as he deepens the kiss. His tongue seeks solace as it slides against the seam of your lips. Granting him entry, he licks into your mouth like an explorer discovering new lands. 

His hands find their way to your hips, bringing you impossibly close. He feasts on every whimper that leaves you, peppering in some moans of his own. This is the kiss of a man waiting for a moment like this. At least, that’s how it feels.

Begrudgingly, you slowly break away from Clark. His kiss-swollen pink lips beg to be reunited with yours, but you must prove this is real. You look up into his dilated eyes, noting how blue is almost completely taken over by black. 

You open your mouth to speak, but Clark beats you to it.

“Unless you are about to tell me you don’t want this, please just kiss me again,” he breathes, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t know what’s more intoxicating. This drug or having you so close to me.”

Instead of worrying about what this means, you throw caution to the wind. Tilting your head, you slot your lips with his, devouring the subtle whimper that escapes him. From nervous to commanding, you feel Clark’s demeanor change as his hands wander over your body.

He picks you up by the waist, your legs instinctually wrapping around him. With you in his arms, he walks blindly to your bedroom. Once he lays you down, he covers your body with his. The hard length against your mound gives you pause, but you quickly recover as you angle your hips to meet his.

Clark breaks the kiss to sit up and remove his pullover and shirt. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he watches you scan his torso while you bite your lip. Leaning down, he tugs at the hem of your shirt, wanting you to get rid of it. 

You oblige, now topless in front of your best friend for the first time. You don’t have time to freak out over that information because Clark hooks his fingers in your leggings, his eyes begging for permission. You raise your hips, and he pulls them down your legs along with your underwear. 

You sit up as he chucks his sweatpants, his heavy erection now visible. Your first thought is, “Now that is a pretty dick.”

“Thank you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You wonder aloud, already knowing the answer.

Clark smiles, nodding at you before coaxing you to lay back. He sinks between your legs, holding them open to kiss your thighs. He teases you a bit, licking and nipping at your mound and outer labia until you wiggle your hips and whine. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Patience, please,” he cautions, shaking his head at you. He winks at you, diving fully into your snatch and sucking your clit between his lips. 

You throw your head back in ecstasy as his tongue slides over your swollen button. Humming while sucking on your nub is a fucking power move, and your hands tangle in his hair. You dig your heels into his back as he laps up the juices that accumulate at your entrance. Looking down at him as he worships at the altar of your body, you are taken aback as he peeks up at you over your mound.

With your eyes locked on each other, he watches as he tips you right over the edge. He groans into your pussy, his mouth and chin soaked, as your walls contract around nothing. The euphoria of being high mixes with the joy of being with someone new for the first time.

But this isn’t just anybody; this was your best friend. Warmth and comfort exist between you, allowing you to feel safe enough to fall and that Clark will catch you.

You come down as he plants a kiss on your mound, grazing his lips up your tummy. When he is back above your face, he runs the tip of his dick across your wet folds. He maintains eye contact while he slides in for the first time. 

Once he is fully seated inside you, he lets you adjust to his size before he withdraws slightly and thrusts forward. The wet squelch of your pussy and the smack of your bodies against one another are music to your ears. Clark’s grunts as he fucks into you only fuel your impending second climax.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Too good. Not going to last long,” he warns, sitting up on his knees as his hands go to your waist. Throwing his head back, he growls and picks up the pace, using your body like his personal fucktoy.

Your back arches as he repeatedly hits that hidden bundle of nerves. A searing fire erupts in your belly as your cunt clamps down on his dick, spasming and coating it with your cream.

“Good girl! That’s it. Fucking come for me, just like that,” he encourages. “Oh, shit. I’m right fucking behind you. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he is as his dick spasms and fills you to the brim. Your hands smooth down his big chest, feeling the muscles ripple as he comes down from what is probably the most intense orgasm he has ever felt. He stills soon enough, breathing back to normal as his softening length slips from you.

Flopping down next to you, Clark wraps an arm around you. You curl into his side, an arm across his stomach, and a leg thrown over his. Contented silence fills the room as you both take in this unforeseen turn of events.

Clark’s hand makes idle patterns on your back as you lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You close your eyes for only a moment, missing Clark smiling at you. He gives you a quick peck on the top of your head, causing you to tilt your head to meet his eyes.

“You hungry?” you guess, feeling a bit peckish yourself.

“Yes!” he exclaims.

“Good. I know a great place down the street that makes the best samosas. Does Indian food sound good?” you ask, already tasting the rich spices of the food.

“Sounds perfect,” he says, picking up his arm to let you get up from the bed to grab your phone, watching your hips sway as you walk out to the other room.

Once back in bed, you order various dishes for the both of you. While you wait for the food, you pass a joint back and forth and steal a kiss or two. You decide there is plenty of time for you and Clark to talk. There is no use in killing the vibe for heavy stuff.

With the way Clark is looking at you, there’s not much to talk about anyway. 

🍃The End🍃

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Daniel Cain: Reefernator

"Dan Cain is a stoner in the novelization!"

I have never been less surprised by a characterization and it's one of the only things I'll accept from the novel as canon. Because it was already canon in the movie. I know old Gen X stoner types and I know Dan is one of them, I know it in my bones.

Behold, the home of a man who smokes a titanic amount of grass whenever he's not onscreen:

[ID: three screenshots from "Re-Animator". The first shows Meg in shadow; the second shows Meg peering into Herbert West's room; the third shows Dan standing by the door with a baseball bat, and Herbert with a medical textbook on the sofa. End ID.]

Without exception, every single windowpane in 666 Darkmoor is curtained.

The curtains are eternally drawn, day or night.

The lamp could not be loved by a cocaine-snorting yuppie. Only by a stoner who likes to play with the fringe once he's on his fifth bowl.

He still hasn't unpacked most of his shit (but I promise you this: he did unpack the box that was labeled as "first aid/bathroom stuff" but it held his glass Gandalf pipe cautiously wrapped in bubble paper, and a wooden box with his stash and his grinder in it).

Dan has house plants because he thinks that freshens the air and lessens the smell of green. He is wrong. He also feels a spiritual connection to the plants when he's giga-high. He is right.

Most telling of all, he has tacked up towels and/or random pieces of cloth over the glass windows in the doors. THAT is prime "I don't want the cops to see me smoking grass" behavior.

This is the home where the air can give you a contact high. This is the home of a man who can direct you to the nearest ditch where marijuana is growing wild in any subdivision of Arkham. It's only missing a Frank Frazetta poster and a painting of mushrooms with faces, and only because they're still in one of those boxes Dan hasn't unpacked yet.

Dan Cain can roll a blunt that will give you an out-of-body experience. Dan Cain can take fat rips off a bong that will render lesser folks speechless, melting into the sofa, and gently hallucinating. Dan Cain says your edibles ain't shit and he means it for real.

And you just know that when Herbert walked in and took a single breath, he went "Oh, okay, if blackmailing him for banging the Dean's daughter doesn't work, I can always, as humans say, 'rat him out' to 'the fuzz'."

[hawkinsmafia]

𝔼𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

day 04 : Eddie

featuring Eddie Munson x reader (no assumed gender)

rating: general

cw: two minor, non-graphic mentions of sex; one brief mention of recreational marijuana use

wc: 1.6k

an: this is my first time doing one of these, and I was reminded of filling out those massively long surveys your friends would all email around in the 90s. I miss those. this was written for @corrodedcoffinfest!

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 :: How does Eddie spend free time with his partner?

⟢ Eddie is the king of parallel play. Just being in the same room is enough to please him, even if you’re both absorbed in different activities. You’re lounging on the couch with a book while Eddie is noodling around with his guitar, or he’s at the table working on his campaign notes while you’re writing up a grocery list.

𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 :: What does Eddie admire about his partner?

⟢ I won’t lie, one of his criteria in a partner is how well you fit into his rockstar aesthetic. If you look like you’re ready to pose beside him on the cover of Rolling Stone, that’s a huge boon.

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Eddie help his partner when they’re struggling?

⟢ Eddie’s love language is acts of service, so when you’re having a rough time, he’s insisting you take the night off and let him make dinner—and it’s probably just boxed macaroni and cheese and maybe a can of green beans if he thinks about it, but he makes it with so much love. Then afterward, if you’re amenable, he’d break out his private stash and pack a bowl for you.

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 :: What is Eddie’s first date with his partner like?

⟢ A disaster. He had big ideas of impressing you, but it was one of those nights where nothing went as he planned. He wanted to take you to an open mic night and wow you with his musical prowess, but the performance list was already full when you arrived. At a loss for a last-minute substitution, you wound up going to the Hawkins High carnival, where he was harassed by the popular crowd, he couldn’t manage to win a single game to get you a prize, and he nearly choked to death on his corn dog (then coughed so hard he almost puked). To top it all off, he was pulled over by a cop while driving you home, and the familiarity the cop had with Eddie clearly announced that he had regular run-ins with them. And to this day, Eddie has absolutely no idea why you invited him inside when he finally got you home, or asked to see him again tomorrow for a do-over.

𝔼𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝 :: Is Eddie more dominant or submissive in his relationship?

⟢ Eddie is a very easy switch. He can and will take either role depending on his mood and yours, and can switch from one to the other with a moment’s notice.

𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 :: What is it like when Eddie and his partner argue?

⟢ Honestly, Eddie doesn’t argue with you very often. He struggles with feelings of inadequacy and fears the day you’ll wake up and realize he’s a worthless, white trash loser, and he’s afraid of driving you to that realization early. Much more common between you are the more playful, low stakes disagreements, like which dresser drawer to put socks and underwear in (the top one, obviously) or whether peanut butter belongs in the fridge or not (no). These ‘arguments’ are usually settled with a dice roll.

𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 :: Does Eddie acknowledge how much his partner does for him?

⟢ Oh god, yes. See above for those feelings of inadequacy, he is grateful as hell that you gave a freak a chance and somehow found him worthwhile, at least for now.

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 :: Does Eddie keep secrets from his partner or does he share everything?

⟢ Eddie couldn’t keep anything from you to save his life. He tells you everything, and everyone knows that if they tell Eddie something, they’re really telling the both of you because he’ll tell you immediately.

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: Has Eddie’s partner inspired him to grow or change in any way?

⟢ Your presence in his life has made him more focused and given him more drive. His rockstar dreams were just a farfetched fantasy that he toyed with before, daydreams of a better life, but now with you in the picture, he craves that success to be more than make-believe.

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪 :: How does Eddie handle jealousy in his relationship?

⟢ Eddie doesn’t fall victim to jealousy all that often. Those occasions when he does feel it flare up, though, it’s because he saw someone else flirting with you, and his response is to go over there and slip an arm around you, maybe give you a slightly-too-deep kiss, and remind the other person that you’re already spoken for.

𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤 :: Is Eddie a good kisser?

⟢ He’s not too bad! He doesn’t have a whole lot of experience when you first get together—there haven’t been many people in Hawkins willing to take a chance on a Munson—but he does have some natural talent, and he’s a quick learner with practice.

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: How does Eddie confess his love to his partner?

⟢ In song. He stresses out for a while over how to get to the next level with you, and he finally decides that since music is his forte, he’ll write you a song and perform it for you.

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕘𝕖 :: Would Eddie want to marry his partner?

⟢ Eddie would be one of those guys who proposes to his partner and then stalls in the engaged phase for years, putting off the actual marriage. It’s not that he doesn’t want to marry you (he does!), but he’s worried (perhaps subconsciously) about tying himself to you and becoming a weight that holds you back, ruining your life by making you a Munson.

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 :: What does Eddie call his partner?

⟢ Princess, sweetheart, baby, babe. If he’s in a goofy mood, he’ll call you ‘my liege’ (often with a deep bow and a thick accent).

𝕆𝕟 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖 :: What is Eddie like when he’s in love?

⟢ Oh god, I hate to say this, but I think he’s that guy who kind of slowly starts drifting away from his friends in favor of spending time with his partner instead, at least for a while, and it causes tension between you and them. When he starts cancelling Hellfire at the last minute and not showing up to band rehearsal, the others start getting angry with him.

ℙ𝔻𝔸 :: Does Eddie openly share affection with his partner, or is he more private?

⟢ This man would fuck you in the hallway at school if you asked him to. Once you’ve made it clear that you aren’t afraid of everyone knowing you’re with him, he can be downright obnoxious with his affection. You’re the couple making out in the hall during class change, causing a traffic jam. You’re the couple who gets caught in closets and bathrooms at every party. More than once, Wayne has had to clear his throat rather loudly to remind Eddie that he’s still in the room.

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 :: What’s a random action Eddie performs for his partner?

⟢ He learns your routine and makes a point to ask if you want a ride to work today before you even say anything, or he’s already waiting for you outside your classes so he can walk with you to your next one.

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 :: How romantic is Eddie?

⟢ Very romantic. He’s making you new mix tapes weekly. Whenever he stops for gas, he always comes back to the van with your favorite snack without being asked. (He may have taken the five-finger discount, but it’s the thought that counts!) He holds doors open for you with a sweeping bow. He makes a big production of giving you a pin off his battle vest or one of his rings.

𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Eddie help his partner achieve their goals?

⟢ You have never heard a pep talk until Eddie gives you one. He is a stalwart and unwavering pillar of support, and no one believes in you as much as Eddie believes in you.

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝 :: Does Eddie like to experiment and try new things, or does he prefer familiarity?

⟢ Eddie is always down to try something new, especially if it’s something you’re interested in. Whether it’s a new movie in a genre he doesn’t gravitate toward, or heading into the city to try a new restaurant cuisine that’s caught your attention, or a new bedroom activity, Eddie’s down for it.

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How well does Eddie know his partner?

⟢ Pretty damn well. Sometimes you might think he’s not listening while you’re talking, but even when he looks distracted, he never misses a word. He knows your favorite color, the foods you hate, your class or work schedule, the kind of future you daydream about. If you have a menstrual cycle, he doesn’t have it memorized but he can always tell immediately when your uterus is making problems.

𝕍𝕒𝕝��𝕖 :: How important is Eddie’s relationship to him?

⟢ It’s literally the single most important thing in Eddie’s life. It’s the greatest thing he’s ever had, and he knows he doesn’t deserve anything this good. He loves you more than his guitar, which speaks volumes on its own.

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕 :: A random fluffy headcanon.

⟢ The first year you were together, Eddie very nearly forgot your birthday. It wasn’t until a quarter to midnight that he remembered, and he tore out of the trailer like a man on fire to get over to your place before midnight, nothing but apologies and affection and promises to make it up to you this weekend. Since then, he goes out of his way to make a big deal of your birthday every year.

𝕏𝕆𝕏𝕆 :: Does Eddie like to be affectionate with his partner?

⟢ Oh yes. Given a choice, Eddie would be attached to your hip 24/7. He loves to hold your hand, put an arm around you, give you little kisses, cuddle up to you. If acts of service is his primary love language, physical touch is a close second.

𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How does Eddie cope when he’s missing his partner?

⟢ If at all possible, the quickest cure is to just go see you. Eddie’s liable to show up at your place at any hour of the day or night, looking a little lost and forlorn, just wanting to see you. If you’re unreachable like that, oh, how this boy pines for you. He’s a mopey, moody, melancholy mess. Wayne has to tell him to go outside and get some sunlight before he makes the mold in the trailer flourish with that storm cloud over his head.

ℤ𝕖𝕒𝕝 :: To what lengths would Eddie go for his relationship?

⟢ Eddie would brave the Upside Down alone to preserve your relationship. He would bitch and moan the entire way, but he would do it if it meant keeping you.

[cultofdixon]

Relapsing back to old habits

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Youngest Dixon Sister!Reader • It’s been years since the world fell and Daryl thought you would tell him anything that bothered you. But here you were finding out your brother found your stash • ANGST/SFW • TW: Relapses / Marijuana / Scars / Injuries

Requested by: Anon

“Y/N?” Daryl called out when he entered the house after taking his morning watch. “I could use a hand with the snares around the gates”

Nothing. Which…was weird for his sister. But even then, she’s not the excited little girl that would come running at a full sprint to greet her brother anymore. She still would greet him with her presence minus the bone crushing hug.

To be honest with you, Daryl wished she didn’t grow up in the conditions that she did. Let alone grow up in an apocalypse. The end of the world changed everybody.

Daryl decided to make his way to her bedroom to see if she was in there. The Dixons stay with the Grimes given Carol moved to the Kingdom. The two help with the kids, ever since Rick’s disappearance.

It was a lot.

Whoever didn’t feel for Michonne, was just an asshole. Imagine finding out you’re pregnant while your husband explodes.

Then there’s Daryl, you’ve lost so much in this lifetime that the closest thing to a brother just is gone with zero remains…who knows what’s he’s battling internally.

The last thing he’d want is to lose his sister in all this mess. He wanted to spend time with her in that moment but not finding her was irritating him.

“Where is that girl” Daryl frowns knocking on her bedroom door only for no reply so he decides to open it.

He likes to remember when they used to live in a one bedroom apartment with Merle.

During arguments Y/N would storm off and close her door in Daryl’s face that it annoyed him to where he’d tell her “don’t make me remove this door”

But he never did. Hell, he added a lock to the door because of Merle’s high escapades getting more aggressive

Daryl checked around the room for any signs of her leaving but even if Y/N is an adult now and doesn’t need him to know where she’s at 24/7…it’s a security thing for her for him to know. Her calling card is leaving her lucky rabbit’s foot that he got her during their prison days on her night stand to tell him she’s still around. She doesn’t leave the community without it.

As he went to pick it up, he kicked something under her bed and while part of him shouldn’t check it. He decided to do so anyway.

To Daryl’s surprise…a rather unpleasant one

“Fuck…” Daryl frowns opening the box to find her stash. It was two boxes of smokes, a baggie with what he assumes to be weed, and the obvious lighter. I thought she quit he only started to feel worse.

The fuck you have there?!

U-Uhm. Weed?

Y/N. You didn’t get that from Merle did you?! His shit is always laced with something! Please fucking tell me—-

No! I didn’t! I got it from a friend…I wasn’t going to smoke it

For the love of whatever god out there. Don’t ever.

Daryl it’s not going to kill me…

“C’mon Dog, gotta grab my gear before Daryl comes” Her voice echoed the hall causing Daryl to freeze in his place knowing damn well he won’t be able to escape.

Dog nudged the door open with his snoot and stared directly at Daryl. He found a Mal pup in the woods and thought Y/N could use a companion when he was gone looking for Rick.

All the eldest Dixon could do was stare directly at Dog and wait for his sister to shortly come in to notice the staring contest. More importantly the box where she keeps her stash being open in Daryl’s lap.

They’re just cigarettes, bubs. You smoke them

Yeah, don’t mean by baby sister should

As much as I appreciate you being the father figure in my life over Merle. You gotta realize it’s the end of the world. Once the pack is gone, I won’t do it anymore.

You promise?

If it helps you sleep at night, Dar. I promise

Y/N was now the one staring blankly at Daryl as she shoves her hands in her coat pockets not uttering a word. But also not freaking out either. She didn’t want this to become an argument so she walked toward him taking the box from his hands and setting it on the nightstand. Next to be grabbed was her rabbit’s foot as she attaches it to her belt loop on her pants.

“My bow is downstairs, I gotta pack my bag. Mind waiting down there?” Y/N knew what his original intentions were, given Aaron was informed what he was doing and when he saw her walking the community he informed her of her brother’s whereabouts.

The eldest Dixon decided to listen and leave to meet her downstairs.

Soon the two were walking the woods tracking a deer, Y/N glances every once in a while toward Dog who happily trotted beside her in a sweater she made for him. Ignoring the worry filled silence coming from her brother. She seems to have to break the silence more nowadays.

“Any news? On Rick?”

“Nah…was thinking of expandin’ my search. Go further up the river”

“Mm.” Y/N frowns turning away from her brother to check some damage done to a tree to see if it’s a walker or something else.

Daryl watches her carefully noticing her saddened expression after telling her plans about heading further away in the search for Rick. He only snapped out of it when they heard the snap of twigs and spotting the deer.

Before Daryl could even ready his crossbow, Y/N stopped him which he then noticed the two babies with the deer.

“You promised”

“So did you” Y/N frowns walking away to go further into the woods without disturbing the deer and in hopes of finding something else.

You said you’d stay this time

I am gonna stay. Michonne just had RJ and the community needs help.

Is that all?

What do you mean?

The end of the world took a lot from me too Daryl. The last thing I’d want is to lose you too

You won’t ever lose me, bug.

You don’t know that.

Y/N…what do you want me to do? To reassure yea that I’m not going anywhere.

Please just stay. Go out until nightfall, come home at the end of the day. Just so I know you’re alive and not…

Okay. I promise.

You better not be telling me what I want to hear.

Bug, I promise.

The arrow pierced right into the raccoon as the squeak it made only hurt Y/N. But meat is meat nowadays. As she went to retrieve her arrow and her catch, Daryl couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Why’d yea hide that stuff from me?”

“Because I’m an adult. I’m allowed to have some privacy with my belongings”

“Fine. But you said you stopped smoking. Hell—-You’ve got weed! Where the fuck do you come across that?!”

“That’s none of your damn business!” Y/N snapped at him as she felt the regret, she felt the pain she’s been internalizing—numbing. “I can handle myself, Daryl. I ain’t an addict like Merle. I ain’t gonna go crazy and tear myself apart just because of some marijuana and cigarettes”

“How can you be for certain?”

“Because my brother never coming home does the job” Y/N felt the tears come on as she quickly turned away to try and stop them. Daryl tried to rest his hand on her shoulder but she pulled away. “You ain’t the only one to lose Rick, but why does losing that man mean I have to suffer and never see the only blood I have left”

“Y/N…”

Y/N tensed to the sound of crunching as Daryl quickly readied his crossbow and shot at the sound. One of many squirrels they’d be getting out there. As he passed her to grab his catch, her tears fell.

“When we found the prison, you promised then you’d always be there for me.” Y/N formed fists to contain her anger and slow the tears. “Then Merle died and you were wrecked…so I took on a lot because I couldn’t process my feelings. He was a dirtbag. But he was my brother. It killed a part of me that I wanted an escape that wasn’t harming myself directly. I couldn’t find shit then so I suffered. Then you got kidnapped and I destroyed Carol’s house in Alexandria. I tore off the wallpaper, broke all the dining room chairs, threatened to kill Spencer and broke all the glassware…I thought I had lost you then and I couldn’t escape that old familiar feeling…then the day after Rick died, you left and I cried for days. I lost someone important to me permanently and temporary at the same time. He meant a lot to me too, Daryl. He saved me countless times and I will forever be in the Grimes’ debt. But why did you have to go back on your promise all the fucking time?” She pulled herself away storming off in a sense as Daryl quickly picked up his catch and followed her.

“Y/N—-I was—-“

“Nah. None of that “I was doing this for more than me” crap. Because Michonne would understand if you took breaks and shit. But you never did. Never even bothered to check on me when you did come home…”

“Y/N…”

“I was 15 when this shit started. Now I’m in my 20s and I want the whole fucking world to just burn because of how many times it’s burned me…” Y/N frowns, tripping on an outgrown tree root resulting in Dog quickly sniffing her and Daryl rushing to her side being pushed off of her at first. “Why did you leave me? You’re my big brother and you left me” she sobbed leaning into Daryl as he wrapped himself tightly around her feeling the tears wet his eyes.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to…I thought I owed him something. I do owe him my life and just…I’m sorry I stopped trying for yea. I should’ve done better”

Y/N simply continued to sob and latched onto her brother feeling him tighten his hold.

“Please don’t leave me anymore…take me with you or just stay longer”

A few hours passed since then and Y/N found herself on the porch steps with Dog laid by her feet while she took out one of her cigarettes and her lighter. She struggled a bit for the light and it felt like a sign when Daryl handed his zippo to her after stepping out for his own smoke.

“Supporting my bad habits?”

“Nah, joining” Daryl brought himself to sit beside her causing Dog to stir and bring himself to rest his head on his knee. As Daryl starts to pet the pup, Y/N lit her cigarette smoking it a bit before sharing with her brother. “So I have a proposal”

“You leaving again and trying to butter me up with something?”

“Nah. I want yea to come with me.” Daryl stated watching the confusion write itself on her face. “Two sets of eyes are better than one…and Dog”

“…if you have something of Rick, maybe Dog can pick up something” Y/N suggests taking her cigarette back. “We could make camp out there”

“Exactly. Even visit the other communities.” Daryl started, watching her light up slightly and give him a more curious look. “See Carol and Zeke”

Her smile that he’s missed for so long returned from something as simple as seeing old friends. But she was also happy to have her brother back…

[sil3ntfr34k]

Postal Dude really be taking over my brain someone save me

Smoking with Postal Dude Headcanons

• You probably don’t smoke crack like he does, but you dabble (or are heavily into) marijuana!

• It’s definitely not as strong as crack like Dude is used to, but you bet ur ass he’s smoking that joint with you

• Where as you can smoke maybe 2, MAYBE 3, joints in a single session, Postal Dude is slamming 4 and then smoking 2 more just to feel something

• He probably doesn’t like to pass it around, prefers his own. ‘OhHhH bUt WhAt AbOuT tHe CoSt Of WeEd’, relax, Dude just killed the local dealers in town and has their whole stash that should last at LEAST a month with the way all smoke

• Sessions with Dude are actually pretty chill if you aren’t a paranoid high. He likes to talk a lot when he’s high, so be prepared to know a lot about his favorite weapon and how he started to get into killing people

• If you ever want to know something about Dude without him deflecting, get him high. This man will shoot off at the mouth and answer whatever you ask with no hesitation.

• Cue Postal Dude whippin out that snuff movie with the quickness of a pistol shrimp and slappin it in the dvd slot of the tv. He used to watch this kinda stuff along with gore religiously growing up, so it’s sort of like a comfort for him. He probably gets annoyed if you want to watch something else, most definitely called you a ‘sissy lala wuss puss bitch’. He’s very colorful with his curses,,,

• Even with how much he smokes, he knows how much he can take to NOT get paranoid. Last time Dude got paranoid while high, there was a genocide at the police station. If he ever does get paranoid while high with you, you gotta not freak the fuck out with him and try to get you BOTH in bed to nap it off

• Munchies be hittin him hard. (Actually thinking about it now, he probably has to smoke to eat or else he won’t be hungry all day) It’s very easy to convince him to run out to the local Chinese place for some orange chicken and shrimp fried rice. Best part is is that he will go alone if you don’t wanna leave. His wife (or ex wife depending on what u want) made him run errands alone all the time so he really doesn’t mind

• Absolutely FUCKS UP that entire styrofoam box. Like the whole thing is ripped around and the fork is somehow stabbed through the top, bits of rice scattered around the crime scene.

• If he’s still hungry he will not hesitate to go back again, just tell him if you want some more too and he’ll ride off into the sunset for that delicious Chinese food

• Sleepy after he comes back down. He drags himself to the bed and just knocks tf out. Easily stays down for like 5 hours straight and wakes up forgetting what planet he’s on

[feelingdozy]

Relaxed

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Summary: when you and Ellie are exploring, you find Eugene's secret stash of weed and decide to use up what he has there. It makes you realize things you never have before..

Warnings: marijuana (weed), grinding, teasing, swearing, kissing

"did you take the ones that fell?"

The smell of the delightful joint in your hand made its way across the room, smoke dispersing once you took it away from your lips, giving out a nice earthy scent. A click filled the quiet room from across the place you were seated on the couch, making your eyes turn to stare at the girl in front of you. A flame catches your eye, her strong hands putting it to the end of the joint, lighting it, and moving it to her mouth.

You almost couldn't avert your eyes as she did that, relishing in the fact that she looked amazing doing anything, even putting a simple joint to her lips. She moved it away, a puff of smoke filling your vision, snapping you out of the unintentionally long time you had your eyes glued on her.

"pretty sick, huh? Kinda glad we got caught in this storm to find Eugene's little stash." You said to break the silence.

"fuckin' awesome. Been waiting to relax a bit."

"what's on your mind, Ellie?" You questioned, curious to know more

A slight blush grew on her cheeks as a tingly feeling flooded her body, her heart starting to race. She quickly relaxed as the weed did its job, taking its effect surprisingly quickly. It interrupted your question as it found its way now to you, catching you both off guard.

"jesus- these things are fuckin' strong" she said, wondering if you felt the same heavy effect of the plant.

"yeah.. might be here for awhile, huh?"

"I wouldn't mind that."

"oh? Why is that?"

"what do you think?"

"hmm.. me personally? Probably the weed" she said with a shit eating grin appearing on her face, liking the way she teased you.

"mhm- sure. Definitely the weed." You said with a playful smirk and a teasing tone back at her.

"at least you admit it. Eugene probably made you an addict when you were on patrol together with all the shit he has down here."

"shut up" you said with a laugh as you got up to hit her playfully, the relaxation now hitting your body as you somehow found yourself clumsily losing balance when getting up, now positioned on top of the girl. You had saved yourself and your joint by placing your hands on either side of her face, leaving you in an awkward position, hovering above her.

You boxed her in as she brought the joint back to her mouth like nothing happened, lips encapsulating the joint mesmerizingly, then blowing the smoke in your face. You inhaled it slowly, relishing in it as her familiar face appeared again after it quickly disappeared.

She hadn't realized, but a deep desire had started to grow inside her at the sight. The smoke that highlighted your face and your slightly sweaty form, the lingering scent of weed that filled the basement even more around you two, and the way you looked above her. Jesus- any way you looked at her was enough.

It had been a moment too long before someone had said something, her choosing to interrupt the silence this time.

"you.. good?" She said, her eyes slowly growing a red tint and relaxed as you made eye contact, hers staring deeply into yours.

You didn't realize how you were practically paralyzed at the eye contact, frozen in place by the girl. She dropped the joint, reaching over your arm to get to the ashtray, dropping it down as it bounced from the height, snapping you out of the trance. The realization of the awkward position hit and you started to maneuver yourself off her.

"yeah- yeah.. sorry I'll get off-" you said, not wanting to make it awkward between you two.

Before you could move an inch she was pulling you back in, one hand going for your arm and the other embracing your cheek in her hand and pulling you closer to her lips. She had a strong grip on your face, the hunger for you taking over as she pulled you in close to her, before starting anything, to her forehead. You were so close you could feel each other's breath, and the earthy scent of each other's breath filled your nostrils.

A tingly feeling ran through your body at the close contact, a shiver running down your back at the closeness and tension that grew. You stayed close, maintaining eye contact before she spoke up,

"can I kiss you?" In a soft whisper, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"yes" you said breathlessly, shocked at the sudden confidence she had in her to be so straight up.

Her lust took over, strong grip that remained on your face bringing you swiftly to her mouth. Her lips were slightly chapped but soft, feeling almost perfectly made for yours. She tasted sweet as it was deepened quickly, lust and eagerness taking over as the weeds effect made its presence a little more noticeable, as her actions were confident and hungry, leaving no time for breaks or thoughts of any sort.

You were now straddling her lap, your hand making its way to the ashtray to drop your joint down before they made their way onto her shoulders, now hanging behind her back.

You gripped the back of her neck, holding her close as you went back for more, craving the way she held you gently as she made out with you, wasting no time for words or anything else that wasn't necessary.

It went on for awhile as your hips started to move on her lap, the hunger becoming impossible to ignore. You craved her touches, deeper, harder even. You wanted her to hold you like there was no other girl in the world. You had finally been able to keep your desire to a limit, pulling away from the comfortable feeling of her lips. You need to move, her hands wandering your body once you stopped your actions on her mouth.

She moved her hands to your waist as you sat up, straightening yourself. It was a firm grip, her now red eyes staring up at yours. It made you more lustful, more desire creeping up inside you once again, making you unsure you'd be able to hold back from her any longer, that you'd be able to keep it contained.

You bit your lip to muffle the noises that threatened to come out at her movements that were her hands on your waist, pulling you down against her leg, the friction causing you to crave more. You put one hand on her shoulder to steady yourself as the other made its way to her arm, gripping it trying to get her to slow down before you get too turned on to stop.

With the hand on her shoulder, you pulled her close to you again, going in for another kiss-

"Ellie? You guys in here? Hellooo?"

"shit!" Was the only thing you were able to get out, of your mouth as the appearance of a familiar voice was heard too close to you two for comfort.

A stream of worry made its way to your stomach as you rushed to get off of Ellie and to your clothes that were scattered on the ground everywhere, unknown whose clothing was who's. Ellie tried to stop them by yelling, the footsteps getting closer, approaching your vulnerable forms.

"don't come over here!"

Of course it hadn't worked as you saw him round the corner, eyes staring widely at the two of you rushing to get dressed.

A long sigh was let out by the man, looking at both of you, eyes switching to process the situation, before respectfully turning around.

"I can't say I didn't expect this, but not on patrol. What were you guys thinking?"

"just- just shut up, ok?" Ellie said with irritation laced in her voice, annoyed at the interruption.

"hey, I'm not gonna just shut up! Everybody was worried about you two!..."

He kept lecturing Ellie as you packed up your stuff, also sneakily taking the joints that had found their way to the floor, saving some to savour for later in the comfort of your home, or even in Ellie's home, if you were able to make it there.

You finished lacing your boots as you walked behind the auburn haired girl, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you followed them out. You started to cast glances at her as you walked, there was no risk of her seeing them, but yet she knew your eyes were on her. Jesse's fast paced strides made him get a good lead on you two, making you guys get left further behind where he couldn't hear a slight whisper of voices. She turned around and looked at you, mouthing

"did you take the ones that fell?"

You nodded, a laugh threatening to spill, having to cover your mouth as she smiled widely, you both not wanting to anger Jesse again.

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Languidly (A 420 🍃🚬 and light sub!Joel fic) [Joel Miller/Y/N]

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A/n: Hi I know I've literally been promising this on my tumblr for over a month but here it is! Please let me know how you liked/if you liked this fic!! Sub!joel was a little unexpected but just sort of happened so let me know your thoughts on that! I don't think there's enough of him! Wrap it before you tap it, folks! @pr0ximamidnight added to this 420 prompt I created by saying: "I think having Ellie search for her stash and then come to find Joel to ask if he’s seen it, only to walk in on them giggly and baking with flour everywhere and he’s got his shirt off and reader is wearing it would be so cute. She’d be so daughter about it like “i cannot believe you took my weed. You’re the worst….wait are those brownies” (sorry I changed it to chocolate chip cookies lol I was craving them!)

Warnings: 18+ smut do not interact if not 18+ penis in vagina sex, recreational drug use, marijuana, smoking, sub!Joel, very light sub/dom, afab!you, age difference (Y/N is 35 & joel is 61), unsafe sex, fluff, Ellie appearance

Summary: Joel and Y/N get high together and light sub!joel happens 💕

“C’mon, Joel, we have to!” you beg, pouting a little (which you know Joel has a hard time resisting). “Now that you’ve told me Ellie has a stash there’s no backing out! It’s 4/20 for chrissakes!” “Y/N,” Joel replies a little sheepishly. “I ain’t sure stealing Ellie’s joints is exactly the best idea..."

“C’mon, Joel, we have to!” you beg, pouting a little (which you know Joel has a hard time resisting). “Now that you’ve told me Ellie has a stash there’s no backing out! It’s 4/20 for chrissakes!”

“Y/N,” Joel replies a little sheepishly. “I ain’t sure stealing Ellie’s joints is exactly the best idea.”

“You really think she’ll miss two if what you’re telling me about how large of a stash it is is true?” you press. “I mean, how does one nineteen-year-old get that much weed these days anyways?” “It ain’t that hard to grow,” Joel points out, slightly amused at your ignorance. “Smuggled a ton of it in and out of the Boston QZ in my day.”

“So we’re doing it then, right, Mr. Experienced-Smuggler? This will be like a trip down memory lane. Another easy job, if you will. Okay?”

“Aw, what the hell,” Joel finally gives in with a smirk and you do a little victory dance around the living room. 

“What does 420 have to do with weed anyway?” you wonder aloud as you make your way to Ellie’s small garage house. 

“Legend has it, it has to do with police codes when they used to call in a pot possession or some such bullshit.”

“Arresting people for weed? Even in the old days? Seems cruel and unusual.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Joel shrugs.

He reaches out a large hand to knock on Ellie’s door. When you two don’t hear a reply, he takes out a set of keys and unlocks it.

“We’re in!” you giggle, looking around Ellie’s messy, cozy little home. “Where does she keep it? Ellie is so gonna kill us if she finds out.”

“Under the bed,” Joel grunts and bends down, clutching at his – you’re sure – aching back.

“Careful there, old man!” you smirk. “I got it!”

You bend down quickly, ass in the air, and reach down to pull out a shoebox. Inside it is about 15 joints, a few trading cards, and a picture of Ellie and Joel. You think that’s very sweet. You love how amazing Joel can be with Ellie.

Then you feel someone swat your ass!

“Hey!” you exclaim.

“I ain’t that old I can’t pick up a goddamn box off the floor!”

“That remains to be seen!” you challenge. “Got a light?” you ask, clutching two joints in your hand.

“In the kitchen,” Joel grins, a rare sight on his usually serious, handsome face.

***

Joel is sprawled out along the couch in the living room and you are in the armchair next to him, giggling uncontrollably as he takes a long puff on his joint. 

He sighs deeply.

“You know something? My back don’t hurt,” he reports with a smile.

 “Wow, I am so happy for you, babe,” you reply genuinely. “Did you know I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

“Aaand that must be the pot talking,” he chuckles, taking another drag on his blunt, the smoke curling and billowing up into the air.

“Nuh-uh,” you insist, staring a little dreamily at the outline of his shoulders and the tight planes of his flannel-covered chest. “It’s the truth. You’re one tall glass of water.” 

“Not too bad yourself, babygirl,” Joel replies, smirking. “Now, come sit in my lap, why don’t ya? I’m feeling a lil lonely.”

“We can’t have that!” you exclaim in concern. 

And the truth is, you don’t need to be told to come over twice. The weed and Joel have been making you pretty horny honestly so you scamper over and sit right down on top of him and lean in for a kiss. His lips meet yours languidly and you sigh into his mouth. You feel his fully hard cock poking into your front through his jeans and you moan softly, realizing that the weed must be making him horny too since it usually takes a bit to get him all the way hard.

“Is that something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” you ask through a snicker.

“Shuddup,” Joel smirks, leaning in for another kiss.

“Can we fuck, babe? I’m so horny for you,” you whine, pulling away from his mouth.

Joel grins up at you a little stupidly.

“How did I get so lucky to be asked such a question?” he chuckles, his eyes shining. “Of course we can, but kiss me more first, sweetheart. Go on.”

You lean down and plant one gently on his stubbly cheek first and then on his surprisingly soft and warm lips and you two make out like teenagers for a while. But you get a little greedy and start rutting against Joel’s denim-clad thigh. 

“Damn, baby,” Joel smirks. “Someone’s turned on, rubbin’ up on me like that...”

“Need you, Joel,” you reply, reaching to undo the clasp of his belt. “Don’t lie. You’re hard too.”

“Very,” Joel agrees gently. “Come sit on my cock, babygirl.”

Eagerly, you pull off your jeans and Joel takes off his own, giggling slightly. You’ve never seen Joel, a stoic, grown-ass man positively giggle before, and yet, here it is happening! You smile wide too as you unbutton his flannel and pull off his shirt to reveal his broad, toned, hairy chest and barely-there belly. You lean down to give it a kiss and Joel actually blushes! He reaches to pull off your tank top and bra and then down to pull off your faint, orange panties. He admires your tits, the pretty V-shape of your pussy. You take off his blue, plaid boxer briefs and bend down to kiss the tip of his cock to tease and he groans deeply.

“Wanna be inside you,” he complains, squirming a little, lifting your chin to meet his lips and you kiss him back hard, biting his bottom lip ever so slightly. 

“So bossy,” you remark.

“‘S ‘cause I’m not gonna last long on account of how smokin’ you are, little lady,” Joel replies very sincerely. 

You beam and it’s your turn to giggle like a schoolgirl. He grins stupidly too. He is so silly!

You position yourself over him and sink down slowly on his erect cock inch by glorious inch. You squeeze down around him, feeling so full, and you both let out a delicious moan. He buries his head in your tits and begins to suck them. It feels so good, the high making every wave of pleasure more intense, but then he returns upward, kissing up the length of your neck, tickling you ever so slightly. 

“Fuck, babygirl,” he slurs into your ear. “Like you bein’ on top sometimes…Now bounce that sweet ass of yours on my cock.”

“You just want me to do all the work,” you smirk. “Lazy-ass.”

“Me? Lazy?” Joel grins. “Say all you want, sweetheart, but we both know I know how to take charge…Want you to this time though. Will you do that for me, baby?”

“Of course, sweet boy,” you say experimentally, kissing his forehead and beginning to move on top of him.

Joel positively keens in pleasure in a way you’ve never quite heard or seen before. New kink unlocked? You wonder in amusement. You should have known he’d want you to take control every once in a while just like how when you cuddle he likes to be the little spoon sometimes. You truly learn something new every day!

You start bouncing on his dick at a faster pace and Joel whines.

“You like that, baby?” you whisper softly in his ear.

“Yes, Y/N,” he moans in his deep southern drawl. “ Please .”

God, the way he begs for you in his heady voice unlocks something inside of you too and gets you so hot and bothered you move on top of him even faster.

You kiss his cheek, his forehead, his nose, his throat, his Adam's apple as you go up and down on his impossibly hard cock, feeling so full.

“So good for me, honey,” you whine, back to his ear, nuzzling the shell of it. “I’m getting close…”

“Want you to cum so hard, Y/N,” he says dreamily. “Please cum on my cock, babygirl. Wanna please you, make you so happy.”

So sweet! You think. You know he wants to make you happy with every movement he makes towards you. It’s always been that way. Joel is not one for words, but his actions always let you know you are loved and cherished.

“Of course, baby,” you whisper. 

He’s beginning to get desperate. You can feel it in how eagerly he meets you with his thrusts, how his rough hands dig into your arms. 

And you do cum! You contract around Joel’s thick prick and let out a yell of absolute pleasure as it engulfs you and stars dance around in your eyes. Everything feels numb in the best possible way! You feel like you could float all the way to the moon… 

“Y/N, I’m ‘onna cum,” Joel moans urgently against your ear.

“That’s okay,” you reply reassuringly with a fucked-out grin, kissing him sloppily. “Cum for me, sweetheart.”

Joel lets out a shout and cums hard inside you, filling you with his seed. You moan alongside him until he comes down from his high, feeling him start to go soft inside you. 

“What do you say, baby?” you ask, reaching up to pull a handful of his brown, greying hair ever so gently and Joel lets out a vulnerable whine you’re not used to hearing from him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replies obediently, staring a little shyly into your eyes. 

You decide you like his timidness, this soft side of Joel Miller and it makes your heart flutter. You let go of his hair and kiss his forehead.

“That sure was something!” you giggle enthusiastically, the last tendrils of the high still pumping through your blood.

“Good shit,” Joel agrees with a nod, not quite meeting your eyes. “Was that…okay with you ‘n all?”

“Yeah, babe,” you respond, smiling. “I loved it. Anything you need that’s what I’m here for, didn’t you know?”

Joel doesn’t say anything, but he grins.

“You aren’t feelin’ hungry by any chance, are ya?” he asks after a moment.

“Someone got the munchies?” you tease, pinching his cheek a little. 

He reaches up and swats your hand away.

“Maybe so?”

“You know what sounds really good right now?” you ask. “Like really, really good?”

“Whatchya thinkin'?” he asks.

“Chocolate–No! Better than that!--Chocolate-chip cookies!” you exclaim, your eyes getting wide and glazing over a little.

Joel laughs.

“You know I think we may have just the ingredients! Follow me.”

***

The door slams open and Ellie barges into the kitchen through the back door.

“Joel, have you seen my fucking–” but she cuts herself off as she sees the two of you.

You’re both snickering and giggling uncontrollably at the kitchen counter, cooking supplies strewn throughout it – a bowl, eggs, chocolate chips, and more – and you’re both covered in the flour that you keep lobbing at each other through fits of hysterical laughter. Joel forgot to put his shirt back on and his dark, hairy chest is out and looks almost like it’s been dyed white from the flour. You have a giant splotch on your cheek with the mark of two lips pressed together in the center of it as well as Joel’s big flannel on which is big enough to cover you like a dress. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Ellie smirks, putting two and two together, smiling wide enough to look genuinely amused. “I cannot believe that you two stole my blunts. What the fuck are you doing? Did a fucking tornado go off in here?”

“Hi, Els!” you exclaim. “We’re just making some cookies. D’you want some?”

“‘S not that bad,” Joel concurs, white flour in his beard. “How was patrol, kiddo?”

“And to think I thought that you old fuckers didn’t even know what 4/20 was,” she snickers. 

“Hey!” you say through a snort. “I am only thirty-five, you little whippersnapper. ‘Old fucker,’ my ass! I mean you had so much it was only fair to share.”

“Yeah!” Ellie rolls her eyes. “‘Share.’ Sure. You know, I’m mighty pissed ‘n all, but – wait, are those chocolate-chip!?...You wouldn’t need someone to lick the spoon now, would ya?” 

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SAMUEL KANE

Full Name: Samuel Kane

Nicknames: Sam, Sammy

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male

Age and Birthday: 36 years old, July 14th

Birth place: Unknown, grew up in foster care in Charleston, SC

Sexuality: Homoromantic Homosexual

Occupation: Arborist at the Botanical Gardens

Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments

Time in Aurora Bay: 4 years

Face claim: Dev Patel

tw violence, weapons, drugs, foster care, mild mention of grooming, homelessness, substance abuse, involuntary manslaughter, homophobia, mental health issues, incarceration, relapse

HISTORY —

Samuel was a foster kid, never landed in an actual family and bounced around, diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, in suit depression, and dysgraphia. He had ended up in a group home from ages seventeen to nineteen when he befriended an older man.

He and that man both found a shoebox apartment together, and Sam slept on the sofa for two years, got involved in drug dealings, learned how to grow marijuana and mushrooms from his roommate.

It was a lucrative business, it kept him with a roof over his head, and it gave him money to afford health insurance to buy his prescriptions. He also briefly sparked a romance with his older roommate, feelings one-sided on Sam’s end, until he’d told Sam he was bringing a girlfriend to live with them.

He didn’t like her due to jealousy issues, but he was cordial. It never clicked that intimacy was something Sam was used for by the older man taking advantage of him needing a roof over his head.

At twenty-two he’d unknowingly been driving a car with marijuana in the glove box when he was pulled over, and his friend and friend’s girlfriend were able to take off undetected. Samuel took the fall and was locked up overnight and faced a sentence of a misdemeanor and served thirty days in jail.

His roommate did nothing to help or put money on his books at that time despite Sam not snitching on him, so their relationship was strained when he got out and had to hitchhike home.

The resentment grew and made the living situation tense, and it took about six weeks and Sam laced a small stash of personal weed with fentanyl. The girl overdosed and passed away, but Sam packed his things and left Scott-free. If asked today about it, he can say he knows it happened, but the memory is a blur. His present remorse for the action was completely nonexistent when it happened.

Sam was back to trying to find an apartment to live in. He found another means to grow and produce under the roof of an older woman who offered him a room for his assistance.

Around twenty five years old he started sampling the product, per se, and developed his own streak of addictive tendencies on and off for the next two years especially when he couldn’t afford his medications. Once belongings around the house went missing he was kicked out again with nothing but his backpack and the clothes on his body.

Once again he sofa-surfed, but he never had a permanent roof over his head. At twenty-six it was a particularly cold night in South Carolina. He broke into a convenience store for money and food using a crowbar to smash the windows and break down the metal gated barrier.

Little did he know that the owner lived in the apartment above the store and came down in a panic, and Sam, startled, swung the crowbar in his hands and cracked it to the older woman’s head.

Before heading down she flipped an alarm so Sam couldn’t escape by the time authorities arrived. She suffered blunt force trauma that resulted in a fractured skull.

Sam was charged with assault to the first degree and breaking and entering, sentenced to five years in prison after proving that the assault had not been a planned attack. He was also sentenced to drug rehabilitation while incarcerated, that he agreed to.

Sam got on well and ducked his head save for one poor run in with another inmate that led him to being beaten in the showers as a result of being queer. The trauma left him with partial hearing loss in his left ear. On a positive note, he did take advantage of the education system in there for botany.

Sam was released a year early after his case was appealed, and he proved his sobriety for the duration of his incarceration. He had to complete a year of probation. It was shortly after he did that he nearly had a relapse, and Sam sought out rehabilitation once more to keep on the straight and narrow. It took a few months, but once done he hopped to the West Coast.

Far from Charleston, far from his past.

He landed in Aurora Bay four years ago, his first job was at the flower shop. While he worked there, he continued online studies off of his associate's degree. Sam made a job change to an arborist at the botanical gardens after he earned his bachelors. The switch was made earlier this year.

Unfortunately, it wasn't smooth sailing and Sam hit a hiccup in the road, falling into a depression and relapsing. The habit made it impossible for him to maintain his work schedule, and within the week Sam took a leave of absence from work and put himself into a rehab in Laguna Beach.

He returned as of middle of December, and is getting back into the swing of things.

TRAITS.

+ Peaceful, humble.

+/- Intuitive, benevolent.

- Rueful, unpredictable.

HEADCANONS.

⊹ Sam's name was given to him by the orphanage, being it was in the bible belt, his first name is considered biblical. Samuel - Name of God. Kane was given as his surname as it means 'little battler', and he'd been found after a chill overnight that should have left him ill at the very least.

⊹ He is a vegetarian.

⊹ Despite his sobriety he has allowed himself a one drink limit of beer or wine when he is out with friends, and will switch to non-alcoholic. No hard liquor, however.

⊹ He has made conscious efforts for environmental services in Aurora Bay, from picking up trash on the beaches to advocating for accessible recycling locations to try and keep things green. He even composts some of his own food at home for his very small balcony garden.  

⊹ Sam has two lovebirds named Honey Dew and Agave. They are his life.

⊹ tba.

CONNECTIONS.

Sam is a friendly guy, especially after battling drug addiction he finds that trying to remain upbeat and talking to new people is a great way to keep himself occupied. He is a bit more standoffish now following his release from rehab. Suggestions for connections include any past ex-friends, exes, people he is on good terms with, anyone who is in N.A. with him, beach clean-up partners, any plant enthusiasts who visit the botanical gardens.

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♡ @ponderosus - wip.

♡ @dilcne - wip.

♡ @castellcnos - wip.

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♡ @vanessagable - wip.

♡ @gwenxmoreno - wip.

♡ @auggievillanueva - wip.

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LINKS.

⊹ pinterest.

⊹ inspo.

⊹ playlist.

⊹ personal tunes.

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My GTA V Online Random Snapshot/Screenshot/Video: G's Cache & Stash House [Mar 5th, 2023]

Hello, and welcome to my installment of Random Snapshot/Screenshot/Video in GTA V Online. Yup, I add ANOTHER part of my random media. Hehe!😁

• And today, I want a discuss about two new free mode events that was recently added in GTA V Online: G's Cache & Stash House.

If you haven't seen my previous Random, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let's get started:

My Recorded video (via XBOX Game Bar) ⏺️🎮🖥️: [Pls watch. ↑]

• Okay, let's start off with the "G's Cache", and I'm here at the "Chumash Historic Family Pier" where I spot this question purple box icon on that specific location, not to mention the text message from "Gerald". Yeah, you remember this guy from your online contact mission. Anyways, once I proceed by running it is time to find that Cache box (or something). It took me about a minute to find that mysterious box until I found it & pick it up. And that mysterious box that I mentioned, was located the near boat lift. Picking up the "G's Cache" rewards me a $GTA 20,000+ (or sometimes less), ammo & some snacks. Neat! The next day, another icon blimps on my bottom left radar & I decided to go to that specific location, the Murrieta Oil Field near Palomino Highlands (in East LS, SA). Where I found another Cache beside the complete rust & abandoned truck at the abandoned scrapyard. Once I pick up the cache, two wanted stars triggered & got out of the place before I call Lester for removing the wanted stars. Uh yeah, and also I received a bronze award for "Here Comes The Drop".

• So far, I picked the Cache a couple of times in different locations with different random spots depending on the specific location. Depending on your In-game time, the G's Cache will spawned different locations from Los Santos & Blaine County, and collecting Cache(s) will either trigger the wanted star (which increased by collecting caches many times) or not; it's all rolling the dice. If you want more about "G's Cache", then please [CLICK ME! #1].

⚠️ WARNING: BEFORE I PROCEED TO MY NEXT FREE MODE EVENT, PLEASE BE ADVISED THAT I'M NOT CONSUME NOR INTEREST TO HARMFUL DRUGS (e.g. Meth (any types), Marijuana, Cocaine (any types), etc...) OR ANY DEADLY SUBSTANCE. AND SO ARE YOU! JUST SAY "NO" TO DRUGS, PEOPLE!⚠️

• The next one was called "Stash House", and I'm here in the middle of an industrial place in Cypress Flats to see what's on the purple home target on my radar. And also, another text message from Gerard. Here, you could see the purple ring was located, but before that, I need to equip a firearm in case someone will immediately go guns blazing. So, to access the "Stash House" press the right arrow d-pad on the controller or "E" keypad on the keyboard, and once inside take down the enemy AIs with a firearm. Once I killed all AIs in one room, there's a safe that needs to unlock by three different numbers. Okay so, on my first try, I don't know what to do after this & it took me a minute to figure it out until I found the yellow piece of paper with three numbers beside the duffle bag, and that piece of paper was the number combination for the safe, so memorization is required to unlock the safe. Once the safe is open, I stole their safe contents & I immediately leave the premises as fast as can with my infamous hoverbike (Pegassi Oppressor Mk II). I have to deal with oncoming AIs when I go ground, but I can easily avoid them with a flying vehicle. And what did I get? A small amount of GTA$ & safe content that I stole, which contains "Supplies" for my bunker. If you want more about "Stash House", then please [CLICK ME ! #2].

• So in "Stash Houses", they're different places spawn around the entire map via In-game time (a.k.a. your current time zone) with different setting inside & different numbers from a random paper spot place whether from the city of Los Santos or the desert area of Blaine County. (much like the aforementioned "G's Cache") And each stolen you'll receive a different type of supplies that you need for MC Businesses and/or Bunker (gun supplies). Like mine for example (another part video), I went to the same place as before, dealing with enemy AIs & looking for the piece of paper with different number codes for the safe, and once I repeat the same method, I get the cocaine supply for my MC Businesses instead of the bunker.

Overall:

• For "Stash House", it's a very neat idea to earn some supplies from our existing MC / Bunker businesses instead of going to our business facility to steal (which will trigger the mission) and/or buying supplies with our grind GTA$ cash (And no, not your real-world money). As for the "G's Cache", umm... I don't know if it's worth it or not. And to be honest, there's certainly no purpose of why we picked Gerard's Cache? (Hence the name) But hey, GTA$ 20K+ is a decent worth of earning, I guess.

Well, that’s all for now. And If you want to see my previous car prize, and more, then please → [CLICK ME!]. 😉

(Where do all the links go you may ask? I made a post about all GTA V Online-related links. This will prevent error save drafts, in my future post. Plus, I’m always updating my link post.)

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What advantages come with using a large stash box?

A large stash box is a wonderful choice for the storage of your marijuana and smoking accessories. Here are a few advantages of using a big stash box:

Storage: A large stash box can hold all of your smoking gear, including marijuana, pipes, grinders, papers, lighters, and more. This can keep your smoking supplies tidy and simple to find.

A good stash box will be smell-proof, which will help you conceal your cache from curious eyes and noses. If you are in a region where marijuana is prohibited, this is extremely crucial.

Durable: A large stash box should be constructed of sturdy materials, such as metal or wood. This will assist in guarding against harm to your cache.

Secure: A large stash box should include a key or a combination lock as its locking mechanism. This will assist in protecting your cache from illegal access.

In terms of aesthetics, a sizable stash box can also be a beautiful addition to your house. You can choose one that suits your taste because there are so many various styles and patterns available.

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Top 20 Highly Unique A Collection of Gifts for Stoners

Gifts for Stoners is a popular search term among those who are looking to buy gifts for their friends or loved ones who enjoy using cannabis. With the increasing acceptance and legalization of cannabis, more and more people are looking for unique and creative gift ideas for stoners. When it comes to buying a gift for a stoner, there are many options available. Smoking accessories such as pipes, bongs, and rolling papers are always a great choice. These items come in a variety of designs and materials, allowing you to choose the perfect one for your stoner friend. Another popular gift idea for stoners is a herb grinder. These grinders make it easy to grind up cannabis for smoking or cooking, and they come in a variety of sizes and styles to suit any preference. Smell-proof containers are also a great gift idea for stoners, as they provide a discreet and convenient way to store cannabis while keeping it fresh and odor-free. For those who prefer not to smoke, edibles are a great choice. From gummies to chocolates to baked goods, there are many tasty treats available that are infused with cannabis. These edibles provide a discreet and convenient way to enjoy the effects of cannabis without smoking it. In conclusion, the keyword "Gift for Stoners" represents a growing trend of people looking for unique and creative ways to show their appreciation for their cannabis-loving friends and family members. With so many options available, it's easy to find the perfect gift for any stoner in your life.

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Gifts for marijuana enthusiasts could include items like a quality grinder for preparing their herb, a vaporizer for smoking without combustion, a stylish stash box or storage container, a rolling tray for making joints or blunts, a subscription to a cannabis magazine, or a guidebook on different strains and their effects. Other options might include a cannabis-infused cooking kit or a set of THC/CBD infused bath bombs or oils for relaxation. Ultimately, the best gift will depend on the individual's preferences and level of experience with marijuana, so it may be helpful to get to know their specific interests and tastes before selecting a gift.

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